poem

Make it legal to be black, Donald this the first step to making America great again, Neo Nazi or White Supremacist, Call a Spade a Spade, After Birth of a Nation Trump hides in the shade, Total eclipsed by Obamacare because Obama actually cared, Solar eclipsed by the moon too

Inside feels like the darkness is closing in The demons inside are eating away at my heart They’re hungry for more and more Trying to swim but I can’t see the shore So I kneel down on the floor once I’ve found my way But how can I pray when

Things have drastically changed Yet somehow I’m not going insane Tears never fell when you gave me the news Somehow I still had the blues But they didn’t last long I’m singing a different song I have finally decided to confront my feelings Not for you but for my own

Im the creator of many things I come from a long line of conquers and Kings Innovators and Leaders of Civil Rights Who fought the fight with the Promise Land in there sights Poets and Authors some of the best to do it Singers and Musicians who made some of

BY: Que Eleven One of many seasons to apply pressure to one’s soul of the climate Some say it’s cold and some say death is in the air City streets broken and the foundation lays dormant on mother’s hearts Carrying history and her story and your story Chicago many sides